I am Stella. I am an Olde English Bulldogge. I am their Queen.
Me: Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
Stella: And I am not stupid.
Me: No! Me! Me! Me!
Stella: Apparently, Lady Human has done or said something that now displeases her, that she now considers to be a mistake. I only have a bulldog’s brain, but I understand this every time she yells at herself.
Me: Dumb! Dumb! Dumb!
Stella: Why are you scolding yourself, Lady Human?
Me: Oh, you wouldn’t understand.
Stella: So now you are calling me stupid?
Me: No. Just stupid ole me.
Stella: Now hear this!
Me: Ow! That hurt my ears!
Stella: I have to be loud to get you to hear me! Don’t call yourself ‘stupid’! You listen to your own voice more than to any other. You are not stupid. A stupid person would not love bulldogs. A stupid human would not feed us and water us and play with us and talk to us. When you lie to yourself, calling yourself that word, you start to believe it and that is bad for you. And I love you and I don’t want anything bad for you. So SHUT UP!
Me: Stella, that was rude! And kind. Thank you.
Stella: Don’t mention it.
Me: I appreciate…
Stella: No, I mean it. Don’t mention it. SHUT UP. STOP TALKING. NAP TIME.
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